Sanaa Nights Hotel
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... bites but leaves 'presents' on doorsteps and in hallways. But enough of that monster.
I'm never quite sure where I've left off but I shall sally forth and make a valiant attempt to not repeat myself though perhaps the second time around time may have made my experiences more vibrant (and something akin to hyperbole).
So Jeri invited me, a goodness I only wish I knew when, to Coffee Trader. We met Mustafa, a totally fly Yemeni girl beedun (w/o) hijab whose name ...
... it was on its way to connecting the town with the big
bad world. I'm not sure I can explain the pang I feel when I saw the
road creeping up on the fantastically preserved town. I see roads as
a type of cultural destroyer. But I can also appreciate the fact that
roads bring modernization and in changing times you either stay
connected or you miss out. The road will provide access to a place
that I would prefer to improbably covet. Since the road was still ...
I know I'm a day behind but I'm struggling to keep up...
Okay two quick notes to start the blog:
Still no sign of my luggage and I got the coolest phone EVER! I'm mean for goodness sake it has a...wait for it... FLASHLIGHT. I know, right? This phone is almost cooler than the one I have at home (which has internet and a navigator). Let's go over it's extensive features. If I hold down the star button it tells me the time out loud. ...
... area then shibam! There was the
market. It's such a magical place. People calling out “Hello,”
“Welcome to Yemen,” “Where are you from?” etc., from the
shops and stalls around the market. We found Bab al Yemen which is
the historic gate to the old city. In pictures it looks grand and
impressive but in person it looks more like an entryway to a busy
market. But you can't snub your nose at history.
... In the few hours I spent in Amman I met more pleasant people than in the whole of my trip to the Maghreb. Not to mention that my ego has gone sky high from all the Arabs complimenting me on my language skills. I know quite a bit is flattery but I've decided I can bask in the glowing light of my successes.
I went down to breakfast, ate, and did all the usual things. On my way out of the restaurant I said, "Shukran" and "Ma salaama" (Thank you and ...